Springtime held the promises of new life and the reactivation of the Camaro’s insurance.
The 1981 Z28 Camaro would come out of the garage after the last of the spring snow subliminated and the firmament held no immediate threat of precipitation.
The needle climbed the speedometer faster than Sammy the cat could climb the carpet wall that leads to the basement.
Dad sold his Series II toy a few years ago. Using the Chevy as a wedding getaway car was my last hurrah.